I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 628: The avatar printed on 'vampire'

After entering the toilet, Huangguo took quite a while to come out, walking with a somewhat awkward gait, occasionally glancing down at herself and finding this new, unused thing quite novel and comfortable.

Previously, when there was blood, she only wiped with grass or leaves, which was annoying because they could never get clean. Now, with this thing made from hemp and wood ash, that problem was no longer, and it was also quite comfortable.

Seeing Huangguo with a somewhat unnatural walk, many of the women from the Green Sparrow tribe smiled kindly. They liked to see these newcomers experience their usual things with wonder from the perspective of someone who has been there before.

This feeling was delightful, almost more enjoyable than drinking honey water.

Returning to the group, Huangguo used limited and broken common language, mixed with gestures, to ask about the origins of this delightful thing.

As expected, the women all laughed and turned their eyes not far away, where Han Cheng was sitting, holding Little Pea and letting him try to walk.

In Huangguo’s eyes, admiration and respect grew even more intense. The Divine Child was genuinely amazing and considerate, not only inventing so many useful big items but also considering small conveniences like this. It was truly admirable.

As Han Cheng helped Little Pea stand and attempt to walk, he noticed the many eager eyes on him. His face flushed slightly at the attention, not because he was particularly embarrassed but because he wasn’t used to being the center of such scrutiny.

Having experienced so much and seen the wild and untamed nature of the primitive people, Han Cheng should not have turned red at such a trivial matter. But now, in this unusual situation, there was a reason.

It wasn’t a big deal, but now Han Cheng suddenly remembered something unpleasant.

Just as Guanzhong invented the brothel system, making him the ancestor worshipped in future red-light districts, could it be that Han Cheng’s name would also be tied to sanitary napkins?

Would his face appear on this great item a thousand years from now as its originator?

Thinking about this, Han Cheng shivered involuntarily, a shiver running through him like a bolt of electricity.

Han Cheng felt despair when he glanced at the women laughing and looking towards him. By the reactions of these people now, he knew he could forget about distancing himself from this item.

He miscalculated! He miscalculated!

Han Cheng’s face showed a deep sense of melancholy.

He never thought this would happen. If he had known this, he would have never let Bai Xue or the women of the tribe tell others that he was the one who invented this thing. Instead, he would have firmly pinned it on Bai Xue, a woman. ℝαNỔBЕṥ

But now, this was known throughout the tribe, and even if he wanted to take the blame, he couldn’t find a place to do so.

Thinking too deeply about this only made Han Cheng feel even more bitter.

Sniffing and shedding a tear of bitterness, Han Cheng, holding Little Pea, walked away from those women, deciding to distance himself from them to avoid any more soul-crushing situations.

Things in the world are just so mysterious. The more you try to avoid trouble, the more trouble seems to find you. The saying "Good fortune never comes alone; misfortune seldom travels single" probably sums it up. After leaving the group of women in the tribe due to the issue with the sanitary napkins, Han Cheng was soon troubled once again.

This time, the trouble wasn’t from those women but from Shi Tou, the future shaman of the Green Sparrow tribe. Specifically, it was the clay tablets that Shi Tou brought out.

These clay tablets had rows of irregular circles carved on them, some of which also contained inscriptions, mainly depicting the weather conditions at the time.

Yes, these were Shi Tou’s simple calendars. Compared to the beginning, the Green Sparrow tribe's calendar had made considerable progress, at least in layout, accuracy, and aesthetics.

But Han Cheng’s attention wasn’t on these aspects at the moment. Under Shi Tou’s guidance, he seriously counted the months marked with a snowflake symbol.

“Green Sparrow Year 4, 74…”

“Green Sparrow Year 5, 86…”

“Green Sparrow Year 6, 80…”

“Green Sparrow Year 7, 88…”

Han Cheng read aloud each mark on the clay tablets after counting them. After finishing, he furrowed his brows slightly.

Looking at these short-term data, the days with snow coverage were becoming longer. Although there were fluctuations, the overall trend was upward.

With Green Sparrow Year 8 just beginning, with this strong cold air, the days covered by snow in the Green Sparrow Year 8 might be even longer.

Cold weather?

This wasn’t a good sign at all!

As Han Cheng thought this, he also felt relief for his foresight.

Luckily, long ago, he persuaded Shi Tou to make a calendar; otherwise, without these records, it would have been hard to notice the climate getting colder.

Colder weather would severely impact living conditions and lifestyle. Nature was unforgiving, and those who didn’t try to make changes would be ruthlessly eliminated.

Seeing Han Cheng frown, Shi Tou’s brows also creased.

For people in this era, winter was the season they liked the least. Although Han Cheng’s arrival had spared the Green Sparrow tribe from suffering the cold and hunger in winter, the tribe’s people didn’t have much enthusiasm for winter.

Except for the few days of the New Year, that is.

This was why Shi Tou came running to inform Han Cheng after discovering that winter was getting longer.

Colder weather wasn’t a good news at all. It meant fewer warm days, longer cold periods, and even colder than before.

It might also affect agricultural planting…

Why did they have to face such unlucky weather?